Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 16: Setting Sun, War Begins

The scenery on all sides of the town is different.

To the east are large fields, from which it is easiest to see the towering mountains in the distance, with various shapes and continuous ranges.

To the west is a river and bamboo forest, and to the north is wild grass and wild land with bamboo and trees growing together. The ancestral graves of the people in the town are basically on the north side.

Although there are also forests on the south side, they are mainly fruit trees. In autumn, many fruits that can be named or not have been found on the hillside have bent the branches.

In the reflection of the setting sun, the fruits, which were originally slightly yellow, revealed an attractive red and yellow color.

"In about half a month, these fruits will be sweet."

Three militiamen and three guards were patrolling along the path to the south. They looked at the orchard and chatted for a while.

"I think there should be some cooked ones inside. Should I go in and try a few?"

"Forget it, don't leave town. I heard bandits are coming tonight. Who knows? There might be a bunch of bandits hiding in those woods right now!"

Before he could pronounce the last word of the word "guardian" clearly, his throat suddenly became choked.

An arrow pierced his neck, knocking him to the ground.

The other five people were stunned.

Another arrow hit a militiaman in the face, and the arrowhead came out from the other side of his cheek.

In an instant, the two guards rolled on the ground and retreated to the base of the north wall of the house.

One of the militiamen was a little slow and was shot by arrows.

Another militiaman took this opportunity to chop the gong on the dead guard's waist with a knife.

when! ! !
The two guards hiding at the foot of the wall also shouted at the top of their lungs.

"The bandits are coming! The bandits are coming!!"

Dozens of sturdy and thin men rushed out of the orchard, some holding knives and spears, some holding bows and arrows, and some holding hunting rifles.

Most of what they wore were rags, but there were a lot of them. I don't know how many dead people's clothes they stole to make up the whole thing, but at least they covered their bodies tightly.

The sun hasn't completely set yet.

This group of bandits has already launched an attack.

The houses in the southern part of the town are all low houses with wooden reinforcement and mud walls, bamboo and wood roofs, and a layer of grass.

Wang Fu was patrolling on a road three rows away from the houses. When he heard the unusual noise, his face changed.

He thought the detour was too slow, so he jumped up, grabbed the mud wall with his forefoot, raised his hands, and jumped onto the roof.

He ran out in one breath and jumped twice.

He had reached the third rooftop and could see the attack on the road over there.

The fastest group of bandits had already reached the body of the person who had just been shot.

"drink!!"

Wang Fu swung his hands and the spindle-shaped darts knocked down three or four bandits in a blink of an eye.

He is also a good darts player.

The steel dart was heavy enough that in his hand it could penetrate a person's skull from twenty steps away.

Compared to the gun bullets he had tried several times but had no idea where they would land, the steel darts seemed more reliable to him.

However, to throw such a heavy dart, the movement is too large, and there is no chance to use it when fighting a master in close combat.

But just after throwing four darts, Wang Fu quickly turned over and hid behind the roof.

Knock knock knock!!!

Seven or eight arrows were nailed to the roof.

Wang Fu huddled behind the roof, and peeked out slightly, his face tense.

Damn, these bandits are really not normal!

When he was sprinting, he didn't even yell or scream. Even when three or four of them were knocked down by the steel darts, he didn't hesitate at all and just shot arrows back. His shots were so accurate!
However, Wang Fu delayed me for a while.

Before the bandits were halfway down the path, they heard a series of gunshots.

At the end of the path, a group of militiamen and guards came rushing over and fired their guns before they even stopped walking.

Shopkeeper Ma and his men had originally guessed that it would be difficult to hide people in the east or north.

It is more likely that the bandits will attack from the west or south, so when deploying manpower, focus on these two sides.

Even if the shooting skills are not accurate enough, at such a short distance and with so many people around, there will always be a few who get hit by bullets.

Those who were hit by the darts died on the spot, while those who were shot were not hit in the vital parts, but they could not die for a moment. Finally, they could not hold it in any longer and let out a howl.

The other bandits also roared and rushed forward more fiercely, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the militia guards.

The bandit stabbed the militiaman's machete into his stomach and twisted it hard. Blood flowed onto the non-slip rope wrapped around the handle. His face was full of excitement and bloodthirstiness.

The militiaman nearby took the opportunity to chop at him with a knife, but the clothes that looked like they were made of tattered cloth actually blocked the blade, leaving only a shallow wound.

"die!!"

The bandit turned his head and rushed forward again with a knife.

"Die!" and "rob!" were the only Chinese words these bandits understood.

Swords, spears, and lances were used in the fight, and waves of blood were spurting out.

Wang Fu waited for the opportunity, slapped his palm on the roof, drew his sword in an instant, and prepared to jump off the roof to kill the enemy.

But just as he stood up, his eyelids twitched and his eyes couldn't help but look towards the south.

On the southern edge of the town, on a rooftop at the very edge, a figure appeared.

Just like Wang Fu’s actions just now, that person was also running and jumping wildly on the roof.

The movements were wild, but no words came out of the man's throat.

In the man's silence, he rushed past three or four rooftops as if walking on flat ground, almost reaching Wang Fu.

Wang Fu's eyes widened, and he entered the state of boxing enlightenment. His whole body shook, and he was about to thrust out with his sword.

At the critical moment, Wang Fu suddenly remembered his two recent failures.

He didn't have time to recall the details of the process, but just a fleeting feeling of déjà vu flashed through his mind.

The sword was about to be thrust out, but he instinctively raised it up and held it in front of him.

choke! ! !
The blade and the sword rubbed against each other, sending out a streak of sparks. The two men passed each other.

A thin man with messy hair, short beard and sharp eyes lowered his body and appeared behind Wang Fu, holding a long silver knife in his hand.

A blood mist burst out from the left side of Wang Fu's waist. With a scream, he lunged to the right and rolled forward after landing on the ground.

He would rather rush into the chaotic scene below than escape from the man with a knife.

If it weren't for the unspeakable premonition that made him raise his sword to block, he would probably not only be injured in the waist, but would be cut in half.

Among those guarding the courtyard, there were some disciples close to Wang Fu. When they saw Wang Fu injured, several of them roared and rushed over without hesitation, supporting Wang Fu and trying to escape.

There were also several guards, hiding among the militiamen, throwing darts at the man on the roof.

A security guard snatched the gun from the person next to him and pulled the trigger at the roof.

The man swept the long knife in his hand.

The narrow knife was like a wide iron shield, and all hidden weapons could not break through the spinning slash of the knife.

As for that shot, the man didn't even dodge.

He knew the gun wouldn't hit him, but he still decided to kill the ones with guns first.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something rapidly approaching in the sky.

That thing was actually flying.

Because it was a sparrow flying straight, as if it was leading the way.

And the figure on the ground was much faster than a sparrow.

Black hair, young, bright eyes, blue clothes, cloth shoes, and a sword in his hand.

Chu Tianshu was running, but his upper body was extremely stable, without any turbulence. It would be more accurate to describe it as "galloping".

The speed reaches its peak when running with sufficient distance.

When he passed through the gaps between the militiamen, the militiamen could not see what passed by, they could only feel a shadow and a gust of wind.

Because the bandits were facing that direction, they had a wide field of vision and caught sight of someone sprinting towards them.

The bandit who shot the first arrow was one of the fastest rushers, and his location was even deeper than Wang Fu and his men.

He has the largest number of arrows on his waist. Even in close combat, he can draw his bow and shoot continuously in an instant, injuring the opponent in front of him.

The feeling of the taut bowstring was as familiar as if it was a natural part of his life. The tip of the arrow was already pointing at the blue shadow, and a hunting smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A silver light burst out at this moment.

The sharp light cut the feather arrow that was about to leave the string from head to tail, swept across the bow back, bowstring, and penetrated into the shoulder and collarbone.

chap! !

The silver light did not stop and swept out from behind the archer.

Chu Tianshu held the silver light, his feet did not slow down, but his hands moved left and right.

The spear head of the bandit on the left front, the thigh of the bandit on the right front.

Go forward and hit the side of the bandit's neck, and continue forward, a bandit just grabbed the right arm of the musket.

After he passed through these people, the bandits' severed limbs could not resist the pressure of the blood and blood spurted out.

The thin wounds burst open, tendons and bones separated, the injured screamed, and some corpses spurted blood but had not yet fallen down.

The cruel scenes were left behind him.

Chu Tianshu had already arrived near Wang Fu and his men.

Although Wang Fu was seriously injured, he was still in a state of enlightenment. After witnessing all this, he felt an indescribable feeling of heat or cold in his chest, which quickly filled up. He shouted, "Be careful!"

The figure that jumped down from the roof took the position that Chu Tianshu was just in.

Chu Tianshu had already dodged to the right, and the sword in his hand swept across the ground with great force.

The sand on the ground, the steel darts that had fallen earlier, and even a trace of blood were all swept out by this sword and rushed towards the swordsman.

The swordsman did not swing his sword to block, but simply took a side step to avoid the steel dart, and squinted his eyes at the sand and blood mist, using his eyelashes to protect his eyeballs.

If the opponent uses those things as cover and launches a surprise attack, he can deliver the best blow at any time.

Chu Tianshu ignored him and rushed forward again. He poked the end of the peach wood scabbard in his left hand into the temple of a bandit, broke through several bandits who were trying to stop him, and rushed out.

This man actually broke out of the town and headed straight for the orchard.

The swordsman suddenly raised his squinting eyes and chased after him.

Chu Tianshu did not kill the remaining bandits. Instead, he rushed into the depths of the orchard.

He is now in the state of a boxer's enlightenment. He does not have the vision of a psychic, but as a skilled boxer, he is not completely ignorant of evil things.

Their intuition can sense the source of danger and their noses can smell unusual scents.

They have strong Yang energy, and even if they hit the evil spirits with just fists and feet, they can force the opponent back like hitting a balloon, but the force is not strong enough, so it is difficult to cause enough damage.

But Chu Tianshu still had a magic weapon in his hand, so the situation was different. The peach wood scabbard was slightly warm, and combined with his feeling, it indicated the direction where the evil spirit was strong.

In the shadow of a big tree in front, a fat old man with a red face and wearing an animal tooth necklace was standing there. Only the middle part of his head had hair left, which was braided into three small braids.

Three large bamboo baskets were placed next to it, making a buzzing sound, giving people an ominous feeling.

Seeing Chu Tianshu rushing here, the fat old man was also surprised and shouted something.

Two three-foot-tall dwarfs with wrinkled faces and holding daggers jumped down from the treetops, along with a black wildcat.

Chu Tianshu's eyes flashed, and when he was still more than ten meters away from that side, he suddenly turned and rushed towards the other direction of the woods.

The swordsman chased here, and without saying a word, he pushed his feet to the side and turned to follow.

He must not let this person out of his sight again.

If this guy finds an opportunity, he will charge into the bandit group a few more times.

No matter how brave the bandits are, they will collapse!
The fat red sorcerer looked rather grim when he saw the two men rushing into the woods. He scolded them a few words and asked the dwarf to stay by his side.

Suddenly, his face lit up with joy and he looked up.

In the western sky, a ball of pure and dazzling red sun light completely suppressed the top of the mountain.

The vast sky and the vast land became cold in the blink of an eye.

The moon rose early, but it only cast a dim light.

(End of this chapter)